LOST
Within
A prison within a prison, seems all is worthless, bored just meandering around day after day plastic soul in decay without a clue. What have I left behind? Scarted arms, a nomadic path in search of nothing. Art? Music that forever pounds my mind? Scattered literature which plaques the minds of those who possess. If you’re rich you can erect any legacy forever securing your.name in concrete. Fake legacies always have a prçe .
Will someone feel these words, maybe even question? Understand the confused so which plagues this mind? Some numbness sorrow with the soft ride within purple petals. whispered tales of grand jury is in the spoon as your soul drums. Dreams, desires giving away for a life not to be numb life is passed by, broken, failed, and there’s nothing and nothing left to give. All you have now is curiosity and Wanda the one the only obtained through the course chosen broken body. Failed mind. self-chosen pain was the only route to acquire this deep profound appreciation for this thing called life until was the deeply profound battle with regret.
All my writing is from within a life none should live.
